Everything you love will die.
Even time will claim the timeless.
Consuming beauty and order,
Decay and desolation in its wake.
But as humans, we are flawed.
Our eyes only see one truth.
Where heaven and hell exist,
Alongside good and evil.
To live in this temporary world,
We follow its fine example.
To live as transient beings,
and cling upon no ideal.
For the fires of hell can mezmerize,
If you don't deny them.
Everything has it's time,
There is no right or wrong.
And so is shown, humanities flaw,
our fine almightly blunder,
what drives us to live like hermit crabs,
and shy away from freedom.
We live upon an island,
looking upon the world.
Upon our heads is one perspective,
and we are reluctant to change.
And when we stand,
with our positions fixed.
It's easy to say that the stars are set,
and that the tide is never ending.
But one mans trash,
can be gold in anothers hand,
Just as the wiles of the storms,
can persuade the young mind.
Rejoice at the barren plane,
or laugh beside the coffin.
Know that this world of ours,
is yours to see, shape, and create.
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